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The Enemy on My Doorstep

 

The enemy is now on my doorstep,

He follows me day and night.

He follows me country to country

And fades away songs in the night.

 

My heart - it oft beats too quickly

And pain in my chest it does bring.

For the enemy sits on my doorstep

With a shadow how big, and how grim!

 

He takes away the joy of living.

And each breath hurts, as it comes,

As my mind tries to grapple with whatís happened

Yes, again the enemy comes.

 

A crash, flash of fire and its over,

And mourning - we now go on our way,

To places far distant and lonely.

We have travelled for many a day.

 

But never without the knowledge,

We can come back home, once again.

To spend time with our loved parents

Without this heart ache and pain.

 

What is the cure for this heartache?

Eternity - what will you bring?

A time when deaths off our doorstep.

And truly the heart then, can sing.

 

A place where all stays forgiven

A place where all is made new.

And the pain that now sits on our doorstep,

Is taken, forever, from view.

 

But now; let me think of when its all over,

And heart, if you must Ė do your thing;

But let's live in hope of that morning,

Then truly our heart now can sing!

 Benjamin Thiel - October 2014 



Our Brother John


You know when John was born

He was an idealist right from the start.

ĎThough life was nearly from him torn

He clung to it with all his heart.

Born to live and not to die

Look at him and how he thrived.

Iíd say his nose grew out of all proportion,

But otherwise, not a bad contraption!

 

As already said, his will to live was an exception,

For many a peril he did survive -

in his early childhood life.

When John was only two years old,

He fell head first onto a staircase made of stone

His cry brought help, but he had broken not a bone,

Except his head made him look rather like a unicorn.

You see, my friends, it happened then and there,

That his head was shaped not round but square.

He recovered well enough in time,

But probably was never quite the same.

Who knows, it may have changed him for the better;

He was realistic for a while and kept his eyes well weathered.

 

We did try to teach him how to ski

But that was dangerous, so thought he!

It was quite a job to try to make him move.

With lots of patience he slowly did improve.

But time made him forget to move with care,

As across the busy road he tried to dash.

The driver of a car turned pale with scare,

As metal into flesh and bone did crash.

And sent poor Johnny flying past a stobipole,

Just missing edge of drainage pipe, he slid right into the hole.

Yes, John hung onto life that day!

And his angel, no doubt stood right by.

 

I could go reciting more mishaps,

Like jumping off trees onto garden taps.

But let us leave this melancholy theme

And turn to Johnnyís manhood dream.

Not as one may think, to get married and raise a family.

Oh no, that was not his ideology!

First I will study medicine to help mankind.

As this is very hard, he slightly changed his aim.

Iíll be a male nurse and still to people be a help.

But of all things I will leave alone the girls. And so he left.

For quite some months to many he was a friend,

 

 

But one day as into the dining room he went

- Cupid shot to his heart

His fiery little dart.

Who is that, sitting in the corner there?

Oh, those eyes: Theyíre more than I can bear!

Iíll have to get to know her better.

We could just friends for that matter.

But when he gave his little finger

Love drew him into all her splendor.

 

When John came home on his first vacation

 He created quite a sensation.

Pat this, Pat that, Pat here, Pat there,

Her name was scribbled everywhere!

And I remember how he fretted

When he did not receive a letter.

We asked, ďJohn, when will you marry?Ē

ďOh, Ďtill after graduation we must tarry.Ē

But a few months later to our surprise

Johnny made a compromise.

If we have a car, some money and a flat,

Then we our wedding date can set.

These three blessings were so soon achieved,

Sooner than anyone would have believed!

 

And here he sits so happy and contented.

If I were John I would have long relented.

After such big words had been spoken

Youíd think his idealism would be party broken.

But he is not so easily deterred

ĎThough to be strong he may rather have preferred.

So what - a man is allowed to change his mind,

No point being stubborn, stern and blind.

Blind I would say . . .

No - better not - Iíll pass that by.

Youíd think after such retreat

He would acknowledge his defeat.

But as you talk to John you will see

He still has many an untried theory.

For what is a man without ideals,

Heís like a motorcar without the wheels.

So John - your better off the way you are,

Than to be like a disenabled car.

 

                                                   Peter Thiel

 

 

The Most Important Thing in Life!

 

Have you ever stopped and pondered,

Or have you never wondered,

Of which, in life , we need the most.

To some, no doubt itís fortune, wealth ...

Which they must acquire no matter what the cost.

They even go as far as to sacrifice their health.

Yes health, that is important,  - even vital

But many waste it  and do not mind

Until it is too late and fatal.

 

Sometimes, I wonder is it importance, fame?

I observe the ones who on this mountain climb.

How hard they try to reach their goal!

Little realize how they lose their soul.

They do not shrink from fraud or bad,

Care little whom they hurt, or make sad.

Lord, preserve me from the urge for fame,

For it costs your all and all your time.

 

Maybe it is to be content,

But let me ask you, friend,

Is it possible to be in such a state of mind,

If you have no resting pole of any kind?

Thatís important too, a resting pole,

Someone, somewhere, who can console.

 

Here some will say, believe in God.

Hear Him say, Iíll forsake thee not.

To some itís a faith that will not shrink,

When dreary they from the living water drink,

But where are those, who never falter,

And their lifeís purpose never alters.

Well I wish the one who cannot be reproved,

Who walks by faith and cannot be removed.

 

More subjects could well be considered

But my mind for them has withered.

For me the important thing in life

Is, to have a good and loving wife.

How otherwise shall I be content,

Or happily my time can spend?

 

Through woman, men do stand or fall,

Through them, we are either big or small.

You may admit it or you may forbear,

Your state depends on the one with whom your life you share!

                                                                                                                           - Peter Thiel -

 

 

 

 

Our Sister as Bride

 

Today indeed is a very special day;

To us, the family it means goodbye.

Before we with our dear, meek, little sister part,

Let me recall some memories- which linger in her heart.

 

As you see this Lady, as a bride so adorned and fair,

To think of her involved in mischief, you would not dare.

But already at a young and tender age,

She found it hard to live boxed up in a cage,

Obedient to her mother she could always be --

The Reason --to escape punishment --obviously.

But when the mother was absent or busy and not looking,

Someone and Christin usually had something cooking.

 

For a child it was a dry and dreary task,

To clean a church hall good and fast.

So as relief, cushion wars were fought,

For the result, was given little thought.

This to us was harmless and tame,

Compared to dropping ash bombs, that was game.

 

Paper bags were filled with ash

And dropped on people, what a mess.

Once, when almost caught at such a deed,

Her heroism was quite unique.

With shaking knees she faced the foe,

While her brother hid behind the coal.

When the accuser was facing such a fair young maiden,

He stopped and thought he must have been mistaken.

For how could such a nice young girl,

Such dirty misdeeds at him hurl.

And fist fights she was not content to leave with others,

When challenged by her ruthless bully brothers.

 

Now collecting fruit form the neighbours garden,

Was something for which Chris expected pardon.

For they had plenty we had none,

So a thing like that was easy done.

At this point in her favor may I add,

She did not act spontaneously, but usually was led.

 

But not always her mind to mischief was bound,

When it came to doing good, she could hold her ground.

I remember her raising on mornings at five,

In order to give her mother a pleasant surprise.

For breakfast the table was set,

Long before the others crawled out of bed.

But if they were looking for Chris and her brother,

The could have saved themselves the bother

For they had gone to the forest, blueberries to pick,

And didnít return until the basket was filled to the nick.

The berries quite often to friends were sold

And earnings like these, Chris very tightly did hold.

Only for some useful purpose it was to be spent,

Or to by someone a present then she did open her hand.

 

So our sister grew up and changed in mould and shape,

But her nature still being of the some old type.

Of course, Chris developed virtues like for instance, patience --

which she never looses, except on rare occasions.

Then her voice is raised and she stamps her feet,

To see her mad, for me itís quite a treat.

 

Of late she has been I the strangest mood,

On occasions she even got extremely rude.

Of course, I wouldnít like to see her blush,

So on this subject I should rather hush.

To speak well of her I should rather be bound,

For fear to get smashed right into the ground.

 

Really speaking I donít think there is a better bride.

A man who belongs to a lady like her has no reason to rude.

So Earl as you take Christina by the hand,

And lead her from our happy band.

Remember, she will long be,

Occasionally with her family.

 

                                                  P. Thiel

 


 

 

For Dadís Retirement Birthday

 

Now that our Dad is old and grey,

Though plenty spark he had in his younger day,

Often battles were running hot

He quietened down quite a lot.

 

But if you think to get of him the better,

You better stop and do not yourself flatter.

When challenged to old spark comes back;

So you better treat him with respect!

 

Respect is due to him on entering old age,

We are sorry where failing, and acted in a rage.

Now when in trouble or some advice we need,

Weíd do well enquiring and his council heed!

 

For Dad will now have time to ponder

The things of life and life up yonder.

He has worked hard all of his life,

To care for his family he did strive.

 

So let me say here a word of appreciation,

And hope our thanks will bring you consolation,

For all you hardships toil and sacrifice you made for us,

We wish you happiness and may God keep you thus.

In health and give you peace and grace

And keep you till the end of days!

 

                                                  P. Thiel

 


 

 

Matthias

 

Matthias has been restless this last year

Heís looking for a wife came to my ear

Though very young his longing I could share

Did I not search, consider and compare.

Here are some lines Iíve written many years ago

When my mind held not much else and in spirit low.

 

Have you ever stopped and pondered

 Or have you never wondered

Of which, in life, we need the most?

To some, no doubt itís fortune, wealth

Which they must acquire no matter what the cost,

They even go as far and sacrifice their health.

Yes health, that is important - even vital

But many waste it and do not mind

Until it is too late and fatal.

 

Sometimes, I wonder is it importance, fame.

I observe the ones which on this ladder

How hard they try to reach  their goal,

 Little realize, how they lose their soul.

They donít shrink form fraud or bad,

Care little whom they hurt, or make sad.

Lord preserve me form the urge for fame,

For it costs you all and all your time.

 

Maybe it is to be content,

But let me ask you friend

Is it possible to be in such a state of mind,

If you have no resting pole of any kind.

That is important too, a resting pole

Someone, somewhere, who can console.

 

Here some will say, believe in God

Hear Him say, Iíll forsake you not.

To some itís faith that will not shrink

When dreary they from the living water drink.

 

But where are those, who never falter,

And their lifeís purpose never alters.

Well I wish the one who cannot be reproved

Who walks by faith and cannot be removed.

 

More subjects could well be considered

But my mind for them has withered.

For me the important thing in life

Is, to have a good and loving wife.

 

 

How otherwise shall I be content,

Or happily my time can spend.

Through woman, men do stand or fall,

Through them, we are either big or small.

You admit it or you may forbear,

Your state depends on the one with whom your life you share!

 

Two people today have given up their lives.

To become one anther's slaves.

Tis is looking at it negative,

But to be happy you must give.

 

Our brother here the news did spread

That he his true love has met.

And from his sister in reply received

An answer I would not have believed,

Had I not read it with my own eyes . . .

She loves you. Isnít it amazing!

 

Insult, Matthias may have uttered

When reading words so frankly uttered.

But what a blessing when in our own estimation

We can see ourselves less than the other.

It would save us many a tribulation.

 

Now, if todayís happiness you would maintain

Only take what you are given and make this you aim:

To serve each other and to give

And for this purpose only live.

You will find happiness

For these are heavenís principles.

 

 

                                                  P. Thiel

 

 

 

 

Ben

 

When Bennie was a little boy

He was his Daddyís pride and joy.

Of course I must here haste to say

That this continued all the way.

 

Determination was his thing -

He could neither walk nor swim

When Ben first saw the ocean.

His arms and legs went into motion.

Onward! No stopping for the wave

Which was splashing at his face,

Till, scooped up by parental arm,

Disappointment! It wasnít doing any harm.

 

Ben loved kittens fervently

But they did not with him agree.

Eyes streaming, sneezing as he went

Firmly grasping, lots of time he spent.

Parental decree - cats had to go!

Not comprehending - why upset me so!

 

The trend was set. With sweat and tears

He battled through the schooling years.

Not all was hard. He was quite smart

When turning a pram into a cart;

His little brother being the beneficiary -

Lots of rides, thanks to Benís tenacity.

 

Ben developed diplomatic skills in life;

He knew just how far to go, and not get into strife.

Handling echidnas is like relating to mankind -

Avoid the prickles and harmony  you will find.

 

Determination didnít leave him in the shade

 When it came to looking for a trade.

From place to place the streets he trod

Finally finding a place at Lismore Ford.

 

As mechanic and road service patrolman excelling.

 Our cars were kept in good repair all fears dispelling.

But this good time came to an end

When to Godís work Ben was sent.

 

After living two years on his own

He was invited to the Stoyko home

Where Ethel became his second mother

And Ben to Lis and Naomi - big brother.

They really got to know each other.

 

To search for a wife, why bother?

For Naomi to grow up Iíll wait and sit.

When old enough, for her hand Iíll bid. . .

Time was right. Tracking her father persistently . . .

It worked! Father Michael did finally agree.

 

Good wishes, Naomi, on your choice.

A lifetime warranty comes with our boys.

When he breaks down just bring him home to us.

We will fix him without much fuss.

Just a few good nightís rest and he again will cope.

That way we might get to see you - thatís our hope.

 

Now, Ben, donít let all this praise go to your head

Be thankful to God and man instead.

For success is on the shoulders of those who have gone before,

And in co-operation with our fellowmen even more.

 

Behind every successful man stands a woman

And here we see one like a flower blooming.

Now, Naomi, take a tip from me . . .

Pushing Ben doesnít with him agree.

Walk lifeís path side by side

Humbly in Godís way abide:

So will you love increase much,

And bless others whose lives you touch.

 

 

                                                            P. Thiel

 

 

 

 

 

This clock may keep for you the time,

but cannot increase it by a chime.

One day, - it will cease from itís task

And all that time, for you will be past.

 So through every day you live,

Make sure that you have time: to give!

Have time for kindness, time to bare,

Each others burdens you will share.

 

As surely as this clock will stop,

So time, for you, will too!

Then may you find the time you spent.

Was happy for both of you.

 

                                        P. Thiel

 

 

 

 

For Anita's Sixtieth Birthday

 

In nineteen thirty nine

Was born Anitalein.

She was a little cutieÖ

Which developed into beauty.

Anita was an enterprising little mite Ė

Took her older brother in her stride;

No matter how much he did fret

She emptied ďthe pottieĒ on his head.

In later years he recovered from his lack Ė

ďThis milk is offĒ he shouted and tipped it on her back.

 

Many other enterprises she took on

But I cannot bring them into poem.

Oh yes, our sister had what it takes

When it came to hitching rides.

What? A young woman asking for a lift? Thatís quite unseen . . .

So the young Yank screeched to a halt in his limousine.

 

When bored with single life and quite morose

Anita got herself married and took an over-Dose.

In her life through many places she did roam

But now is contented just to be at home.

So Freddy, with your restless little flair

Learn to be content Ė go buy yourself a rocking chair!

 

Years brought maturity if you please

Like a well-rounded Gouda cheese.

As you can see by this mess

No poetic license I possess,

So herewith let me say congratulation

Wishing you happy years of hibernation.

Happy birthday Anita!

 

Life is celebrated by the year

But it is lived by the minute, hour, day.

So make it count on the side of good,

With kind, noble, enjoyable deeds.

 

                                        Peter Thiel

 

 


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